The flower that’s been on almost every house I’ve ever lived in. The vine that’s tough enough to kill a tree. The plant that, like me, is not from here, but thrives in San Francisco.
It’s easy to see how inviting the whole scene would be if you were a fly and into that sorta thing.
It took me a few years of trimming and muttering about it before I finally decided. It had to go.
When I got home, I unpotted it to find the most potbound plant I’d ever seen.